Since I didn’t want to make a mess in my panties, I pulled them down, jerking off until I came in my hand, before licking the cum off. It was gettin... close to seven o’clock. I shut down the computer, put on a pair of sweat pants over my short pants, got the thigh highs from the bathroom and put them in the bag, and put my black flat shoes on. Carrying the bag, I ventured out to my car in the driveway under the cover of a partial dusk. Arriving at the bookstore, I spotted Allen’s car in the. She has a petit body, perhaps only 150 cm, with a fat everywhere,especially lots on her tummy.Her hair is naturally curly black, and now mostly greyed due to herage.Her skin is more brighter than me and already wrinkled due to aging.We had a great relationship.She's my best friend, and i share everything with her, including mycrossdressing activity.And vice versa, she also shares her secrets with me, including herproblem with her itchy crotch and another old women related issues.We even don't. ‘The new girl,’ he says, addressing her with a wide, easygoing grin. She smiles in return, and I’m immediately jealous – but not of her. I push this strange feeling aside, heading for my locker to put my books away, leaving them to their conversation. I’m slightly mollified when she walks away from him to join me, my eyes darting over toward her briefly. She’s looking up at me again, why does she stand so close? The back of my neck tingles. ‘The cafeteria is this way,’ I tell her, and the three. I might have fainted once or twice, but the fire's smell roused me and drove me on.I came to a fast running creek and stopped to soak my foot for a bit as the wind shifted to move the fire away from my path. My foot was purple and bloated, and my toes looked like toadstools. I discarded my boots and moved on. The cottage I found was the home of two women, sisters, who took me in despite their obvious misgivings. They fed me, cleaned and sewed up my shoulder wound and looked at my grotesque foot.